Posts filed under ‘dancing’

always… always… always…

~

i am always dancing in my head ~

it seems…

never sitting…

never standing… still…

always spinning

and

leaping…

always leaping…

always

trying to find that place in the air

where i can land ~

indefinitely!

~

tree

an Autumn day

~

~

October 21, 2014 at 2:15 pm 8 comments

wee words Wednesday – hooked……..

tap repeat ~

let’s dance!

bj thomas

a fave of mine, Jordy & Star-Lord!

September 17, 2014 at 12:38 am 5 comments

*little star*

*

have you seen my little star?

high up in the sky?

she is quite unique,

~ unlike the others ~

not very big

or

shine too bright.

*

most nights you will never see her

as she hides behind the moon ~

polishing her pointes,

practicing her twinkles

and

waiting patiently to hear my tune.

*

one night,

when you look up in the sky

you will know

~ undoubtedly ~

which star is mine…

she is the one that is leaping

and

twirling about

dancing until the end of time…

August 28, 2014 at 2:00 pm 16 comments

suspended in time

∼ ∼

looking in his eyes

feet never touching the ground

once upon a waltz

∼ ∼

a ps:  Way back when I was in college, I took a historical dance class, which was taught by Mr. Richard Powers*, a famous dance historian known for his work in film, stage productions and workshops around the world.  Each class, a student had an opportunity to dance with the teacher.  My opportunity – my blessing  – came the day of the waltz.  He stood in front of me, took my hand and the other commandingly held my waist.  I was terribly jittery inside; nervous that I would step on his toes, or worse, break a limb.   When the music began, I was literally swept off my feet.  All I can say is that I have never, ever had a moment where I completely lost track of time and place.  All I saw were his eyes and, I can honestly say, I never felt my feet touch the ground.

There has never been a moment like this since.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Powers_%28dance_historian%29

June 17, 2014 at 1:00 pm 13 comments

legs

for more than twenty years…

you completed my lines,

you gave me a dream

and

you challenged my life.

i treated you with respect

and

tender loving care.

in return,

you gave me wings –

allowing me to fly through the air.

you were there at the beginning,

for all the blood, sweat

and

tears,

helped me soar above the sadness –

sustained my life through the years.

though my world no longer revolves

around a dance barre

and

a stage,

i look upon you – now –

still wishing for those days…

forever dreaming…

when life

was

young

and

the heart

was

brave.

leg

found an old pair of friends

June 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 16 comments

takes two…to tango

ξ

ς

he draws her in with the palm of his hand

pressing deeply into the small of her back ∼

with a gaze that pierces straight through to her core

commanding the nuances

of each step

and

each breath.

ξ

his movement is precise

as each step glides across the floor,

creating waves ∼ of motion

with abandon

yet

control.

he allows his partner to extend

far beyond his reach,

then grabs her close

clutching her thigh against his hip.

ς

their intensity is relentless as their bodies move as one ∼

both immersed in each others touch

with a close embrace never forsaken.

they create a display of beauty ∼

stirring passion

and

desire

and

an elegance ∼

so provocative,

so fervent

yet

refined.

ξ

ς

 

June 4, 2014 at 2:30 pm 12 comments

the tango

….

..

reserved yet striking

punctuated with passion

a smoldering grace

.

..

….

June 3, 2014 at 2:41 pm 5 comments


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